G is for Garage #AtoZChallenge

#AtoZChallenge G

Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the first week, my theme is kinky stories. Come back for Week 2 (Romantic), Week 3 (Anything Goes), or Week 4 (Non-consent). Without further ado, enjoy G is for Garage.


I entered the garage with trepidation. I didn’t know what to expect. So I was surprised when I saw that there was a king sized bed in the middle of it and four couches, one on each side facing the bed. The couches were mismatched, different sizes and colors. The bed was covered with a green sheet. The bed was bare otherwise, no comforter, no pillows. I looked around for George. It was his garage after all, and I saw him stand up from behind one of the couches. When he stood, he had a bottle of water in his hand. He held it out to me, but I shook my head. I was too nervous to have any water. I hadn’t eaten all day either. I wasn’t sure if that was going to be a good thing or a bad thing, but I couldn’t stomach food knowing what my evening was going to entail.

For as long as I could remember, I had wanted to be part of a gangbang. Me and a whole bunch of guys filling every hole. It was my #1 fantasy. But for whatever reason, it had been unattainable for a long time. And then I met George. George and I tried dating, but while the sex was great, there wasn’t a romantic spark between us. We had continued having sex and being good friends, and I had confessed my fantasy to him. He promised to make it happen for my 30th birthday. And today was the day. He had the perfect space for it. His garage was at the end of a long driveway, and there were no houses particularly close to it. I could scream for all I was worth, and no one would come running. He had used a spray to make the windows tinted, so it was all but impossible to see in them. And of course, he had set up the couches and bed. He had also secured the guys.

I will probably never know where he found the guys. For all I knew, he had picked them up on the subway, but he assured me that he knew them and trusted them. I trusted my friend to keep me safe. So I put on my sexiest thong that tied on both sides for easy removal, a flared skirt that buttoned all the way down the front, a halter top that zipped up the back, and the highest red heels I could wear without spraining an ankle.

He had set the party for 9 pm. It would be dark by then, and the neighborhood kids would all be heading back to their houses. I showed up at eight.

“Have you eaten today, Gretchen?”

“No,” I admitted.

He gave me a hard look. “You’re going to need to eat to keep your strength up tonight.”

“You make it sound like I’m running a marathon,” I joked, but he just kept looking at me with that piercing gaze. “Fine, but nothing heavy. I’m,” I hesitated, “a bit nervous.”

He came over to me and put his arms around my waist. I had to look up to his eyes, even in the high heels. “Gretchen, we talked about this. You have to take care of yourself.”

“I know, I know,” I brushed him off, taking a step away from him. “I’m fine.”

“Come on, let’s get you something to eat.” He motioned for me to follow him and I did. In the back corner of the garage, he had a cheese and fruit tray, and plates of crackers.

“What’s all this?”

“Who knows how late this event is going to go. I filled the coolers with Gatorade and water.” I raised an eyebrow at him in question. “I’m not providing a bunch of horny guys with alcohol while they fuck my best friend.”

A shudder went through me at his words. “How about some alcohol for me?”

“One glass of wine, Gretchen. That’s it. And you have to eat first.”

“Fine,” I agreed.

When there were only 15 minutes left until the official start of the party, George got up from the couch where we were sitting. “Finish your wine, Gretchen. It’s time to get ready.”

I nodded, the butterflies in my stomach flapping their wings intensely. I had asked George for one big thing from tonight. I wanted total anonymity. I didn’t want to run into one of the guys at the grocery store and know he had had his cock in my ass and down my throat.

He extended his hand to me, and I took it, standing, and being led over to the bed. He laid me down on the bed on my back and secured a blindfold tightly around my eyes. “Can you see?” he asked. I felt the air move as he waved a hand around my face, but I couldn’t see anything.

“No, not a thing,” I breathed out.

“Perfect. I’ll be back soon.” I heard the large door to the garage close, and then there was no sound. I took a deep breath to try to steady my nerves, but I knew that no amount of deep breaths were going to calm the adrenaline racing through my body.


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11 thoughts on “G is for Garage #AtoZChallenge

  1. We already know what’s about to happen next, and yet we were left asking for more. This is probably the hardest genre for writers, and you’re damn good at it.

    Do drop y mine.

    Cheers,
    CRD
    www(dot)scriptedinsanity(dot)blogspot(dot)com

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you. 🙂 I started out writing mysteries, and at some point, I started writing BDSM erotica. The more I wrote it, the more naturally it came to me. It’s been my preferred genre of choice for about 9 years now. I love it!

      I will definitely check your blog out tomorrow! (Need sleep tonight!)

      Like

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